“…the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue…the jerking sun became a streak of fire, a brilliant arch, in space; the moon a fainter fluctuating band; and I could see nothing of the stars, save now and then a brighter circle flickering in the blue.” ~The Time Machine; H.G. Wells
He twirled stars on his fingertips
And danced across the galaxy
Held the fragile world beneath his hearts
And that made him very happy.
Using a blue boat to circle the celestial colours
He always loved the stellar view and the endless allure
Wading past the milky way and the constellations suspended
And past the blinding supernovas that he created.
Time never really did matter much to him
They were all just echoing ticks and melting clocks
So whenever things get too awry and grim
He’d make the entire world’s breathing stop.
John Smith, he had it all
All the time to spend in all the universe
But one thing that caused his excitement to fall
Was that utter loneliness was his curse.
No one was daring enough to travel with him together
And no one lasted long enough to stay with him forever
So all that remains in the end is the tale of the man, lonely all through
With an empty blue boat and a sad heart torn in two.